The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, the grass and trees are yellow and the geese return to the south, and the autumn has entered the eyebrows, and everything seems so quiet and peaceful. Strange, the fallen leaves are wordless and traceless, and I like the mature and quiet beauty of the yellow leaves in the autumn

The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, the grass and trees are yellow and the geese return to the south, and the autumn has entered the eyebrows, and everything seems so quiet and peaceful. Strange, the fallen leaves are wordless, there is no trace, like the mature and quiet beauty of the yellow leaves in the autumn, faint coming, faint going, no desire, giving people peace and tranquility, simple and afterglow, quietly falling next to the root system, in the end it is still cold, there is wind outside the window, gently tapping the curtains, a scene of autumn alone, a curtain of dreams, a faint moonlight, the fragrance of light pen and ink, the autumn of the northeast, the colorful season, it has a beautiful ginkgo road, it has gorgeous maple leaves, the autumn of the northeast, so brilliant, and so emotional! It is: the heart is full of autumn, the grace is red, a cup of tea is in hand, and the second wish is in the heart. That year, that month, that day, that autumn!